I called myself X.
About three miles from where I slept, there's this guy with a day laborer' s body. When I felt him there's
a hard shoulder under some padding of fat. Dark skin tone, a real
local kine guy.
I woke up so early at Saturday morning and I can't sleep, so I took
his invite. I took the bus. I'm in his street, but I had difficulty looking where he is.
"Em hea by the
street kornah. The house with the forty-niner flags." I suprised myself on how pidgin smoothly rolled out of me. I still think of myself as new.
"Jus go walk, I'll meechu."
"Any landmarks?"
"What?"
"Landmarks?"
sniggering, "houses." Fucking wiseass.
I
went back in the street the second time, it's brighter because it's
six already and I saw him, arms perched at the front gate. When I was
caressing his scalp later, the back of his head had thinned. I like
that.
"It's cold," he said. I agreed and wanted to piss. He
told me to piss at the corner of the house. I walked through the well
manicured front lawn to a bird of paradise. I wondered why he
didn't let me just use the bathroom.
Turns out the other
occupants of the house where asleep. With their bedroom door open. In my
socks and him barefoot, we went to his room, which gave me the
impression that he's living with a family, or maybe with his kids.
Before
we got inside. He introduced himself and I told him my name was X. I don't know why I used a fake
name.
I let him take the lead, he likes muscular (he asked me)
and straight acting (from what I read on his profile). It's feels amazing that I seem to fit both from what he's seeing, I haven't sunk into this new
body yet. Though, I'd consider myself stocky..
In his room, a compact cube lined with a TV, boxes, shelves and a desk, he got undressed and set up the porn and reminded me again to
keep quiet. He told me that the people wake up at around 7:20, which
means we have roughly 30 minutes to work with.
It was a good 20
inch flat screen TV playing 90s porn of muscled guys and clothing that
I'd throw away. I take pride in my uniform black jacket, jeans, white
shirt, and worn out sneakers.
I left my boxer briefs on when I went
to the bed, brushing my crotch to his knee. I waited for his move, and
he sucked on my nipple. I got naked.
We seem to have the same height and body type. My skin lighter than his.
"You shame? No shame.."
I smiled. "No, just lazy."
It
looked like were just going to masturbate, until he got right on top of
me to feed me his cock. I did get to suck on his pit, it was nice a
morning dew of someone.
His cock feels nice in my mouth, not as deep as Ace, but deep enough to tickle the back of my throat. He's got good sturdy legs too.
When
he got back down to try and fuck me, I went to watching the porn and
jack off. He finally got in when I turned around and buried my face into
the pillow with my ass up and my hands pulling my cheeks apart. He
spared on the lube as he got in me, it stings.
He reminded me to be quiet, I moved his hand from my shoulder to my mouth. No, his paw. Calloused and heavy, damn.
After pumping into me some more, he took himself out. "I don't know if you poz," he said.
I just smiled as he lay on my side.
"Hey Uncle, you like kiss?" As I said these, he shushed me. My normal voice was too loud for him.
I
leaned my head to his direction, I'm waiting for his move. He was very
slow, but I can felt his breath. It's warm. His kissed softly. Mild. His
mustache tickles.
I got bored and just stroked myself to climax,
he clamped down his large hand on my mouth to make sure I'm not making
any sounds. I arched my back and spasmed.. a little to dramatically. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hand.
He didn't cum. I felt triumphant and a little guilty.
It was 7:10 so we made it in time, we went out in the same manner. He made small talk as I tie my shoes.
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"You go to clubs?"
"No."
"Yeah, I don't do that."
I
learned that he's divorced (it looks like his kid's photographs where
on his desk). We got out of the gate and arranged to meet next week.
"See you later," I said.
"Bye bu." His reply reminded me of how new I am. (It means "bro")
I
didn't know why I used X the second he introduced himself. It
felt like to instinctive reaction, since I was playing a character from
the beginning. I was very deliberate with my everything, including my
voice, speech patterns, and even movements.
For some reason, I felt power. Like I accomplished something. Like this validated what I thought of myself all along: a stud.
However, such veneer is annoying. You can't move freely, but I guess a limit is what makes stuff exciting. The thrill of edging out and being slammed back in.
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